Poetry For Everyday People
Deal Boys
The shadows
of my hell
ponder with me
in dark
candle lit rooms,
juggling philosophy
as cigar smoke
lets them all
know who's alive
and who's a shadow,
memories shadow
is the meanest
of all shadows,
the shadow in charge
(sorta speak),
at any moment
can hit hard
with a memory
that will weaken
your knees and
swallow your heart,
so I sip wine
wrestling
what I've been dealt
what I have to
work with,
feeling my face
with cigar smelled
fingers, tolerant,
bruised pretty,
patience seems
a slower way out.
of my hell
ponder with me
in dark
candle lit rooms,
juggling philosophy
as cigar smoke
lets them all
know who's alive
and who's a shadow,
memories shadow
is the meanest
of all shadows,
the shadow in charge
(sorta speak),
at any moment
can hit hard
with a memory
that will weaken
your knees and
swallow your heart,
so I sip wine
wrestling
what I've been dealt
what I have to
work with,
feeling my face
with cigar smelled
fingers, tolerant,
bruised pretty,
patience seems
a slower way out.
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